How Quick We Forget

Police officers are real people, with real emotions, hopes, and aspirations. Their vision is entwined with a quest to improve the life of all. A commitment to a humanly impossible calling: a bankrupt oath.

Our present society defaults to complacency and self-indulgence, while harboring a demand of perfection from its civil servants. Unyielding to any hint of weakness in the humanity of a police officer, it demands a cogent compliance to unrealistic expectations. Better to be a bond slave in Rome.

This trilogy calls common people to consider the officer’s full commitment: not perfect, yet pledged to our well being; not a “super hero”, how be it preferred, but a human hero; and yet still in the making. Would giving benefit of doubt be too high a price for the peace of mind this fragile, but still holding “Blue Line” gives our heads upon the pillow?

While society lives among many shades of gray, its expectations are black and white. Therein conflict inadvertently lies. Nonetheless, it need not lessen our security, peace, or well being. Although the threat is real, the target is sure, the aim precise; and evil and injustice should not prevail. The system has its weaknesses and its victories. It can be no other way. The masses cry, “If, I wore the badge, justice would prevail!” Pin it on B if you dare. In a crumbling society you too shall fail. Perfection upon this earth comes not on the shoulders of the police, but on the wings of the Messiah.

It is inherent upon the understanding heart to express thankfulness for its blessings. Portrayed in these pages are the mundane, routine, and deadliness of police work. Not pausing to count cost, police officers rush into the unknown in our behalf, per chance to aid, to buffer tragedy, to save a life–to oft to die.

How small the single rose seems, first laid upon a coffin. How grand it becomes. Count your blessing this night before a loving Holy God. Join others in prayerful appreciation for the officers’ safety on the streets of your city. In the briskness of the day, boldly take an officer a yellow rose and a smile, “Thank you for being someone I can call upon.” The efficacy of a lifted spirit cannot be measured.